The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

'You are just too good. How can you forgive an offense of such magnitude?' Christopher asked as I followed him away from the detention zone. Cathania had been escorted out of the premises, after Alpha Christopher had ordered that she never step her feet in the pack again!

'We err and it is only right that we forgive those who have wronged us that those we wrong might forgive us as well!' I said.

'I like your maxim', he said. 'Very inspiring '.

'Not at all. Christopher, there's something I've been meaning to ask you', I said.

'Ask away'!' he said, playfully. 'I believe you know the answer to the question if it concerns my feelings for you'.

I hit him playfully. 'Oh, be serious, Christopher. What I want to know is how your parents died'.

Christopher looked at me oddly.

'I really want to know and please don't spare me. I need to know', I said. 'I have heard a few things. I want to know for sure!'

Christopher looked at me for a long time and I was begining to think that I might not get any response from him and would have to go to Sylvester for my answer when he spoke.

'I was not around at the time but I heard about a treaty to keep away rogues from both you and our packs and remain in peace with each other', he said and paused. 'My father was on his way to meet your father so that they could finalize the items in the treaty and sign it so that it becomes binding but he never got to his destination. He and our mother and his Beta were all murdered. Before dying However, his Beta mind - linked us and that was how Sylvester who was closest to the venue got there and brought their bodies home'.

'But there is no indication that my father did the murder!' I cried, believing that my father could not have done that.

'There was no indication that it wasn't your father, according to Sylvester. All fingers pointed at him, all the evidence incriminated him and it was done in his territory', Christopher said looking at me sympathetically. 'Sylvester feels that an Alpha could not have been unaware that such a thing was happening in his territory except he was pretending not to be aware'.

'Was there any investigation carried out to find out if Alpha O'Brien was really responsible for their deaths?' I asked.

'None, that I know of. Sylvester felt that the evidence was conclusive and there was a lot to be done, no time for what he termed 'a waste of time'.

'But there was time for him to plan to destroy my pack and murder my parents in retaliation?' I asked angrily. How could someone not be given an opportunity to prove their innocence?

'I am sorry about your loss. Though it's been years, I know you must still miss them', Christopher said, holding my hand and squeezing it empathetically.

'You have also experienced loss but you have kept speaking about how Sylvester felt and all, without letting me know how you felt about it all', I said. 'Did you also feel that it was my father who committed that murder and were you so furious with him that you encouraged Sylvester to take my parents' lives as well? A life for a life?'

Christopher looked at me and shook his head. 'No, I didn't- ask him to retaliate that is. I admit I was furious with misery at my lose and the person who was purported to be responsible but I advised that a proper investigation be carried out so that all involved would pay for what they had done. I left it to Sylvester to do after the burial, thinking that my instructions would be followed. It was just recently that I found out that no investigation was carried out and that you are the daughter of my father's good friend!'

' Wait! You mean they were good friends?' I asked surprised.

'Didn't you know?' he asked astonished. 'I thought you did but maybe you were still too young to leff.

Forgetting that for a moment, I continued, 'Was that why you drew close to me? To make me suffer just like your brother has done and may still want to do?' I asked.

'Millicent', he said with a voice laced with pain. 'Do you think so lowly of me? You actually think I am capable of that?'

'Sylvester, did a lot of unthinkable things to me for a crime he did not confirm my father committed. He made me pay through my blood for my father's supposed sins, why will you not want to do the same? They were your parents too and you're brothers afterall!' I said, filled with hurt.

Christopher looked at me for a long time. 'Do you mean that you do not believe in our mate' bond? That you do not feel it? Is our bond such that can be feigned or ignored?' he asked.

'I don't know about that!' I said still hurting. The possibility that my father , my parents had died a senseless death tearing me apart.

'Don't you?' he asked coming close to me and holding my hands firmly. That feeling again, of wanting to throw myself at him, to be comforted by him. But no! This was not time for weakness. I snatched my hands away from his, moving away from him, my eyes glaringly yellow. 'Since you got back and found out that a punishment was carried out without an investigation to confirm the crime, what did you do?'

'What would you have me do?' Christopher said, helplessly. ' You couldn't expect me to murder my own brother for not following my advice. But I did the next best thing'.

'And what is that? Draw close to me, to help me forget the grievous crime you both committed against me?' I asked.

Ignoring my carelessly thrown words, he said, 'I sent my best men to investigate the matter from eleven years or so ago and they've been giving me report on their findings but nothing tangible for now. I'll let you know when I find out anything more'.

'Thank goodness, someone finally became wise!' I threw at him',. He did not respond but kept looking at me.

'You were going to become Sylvester's Luna, had I not come', he said and I knew what he was going to say next. There was no way to prevent him from saying it. I had let my guard down in my anger and now, I did not know how to rectify that mistake. 'You spoke just now with so much vehemence. Were you going to marry him with hatred in your heart?'

'What do you mean hatred in my heart?' I asked feigning puzzlement.

'Why did you agree to become Sylvester's Luna, Millicent? Was it to get close enough to him, so you could harm him in vengeance?'

'How could you say that?' I asked, not wanting to lose the freedom and power I had acquired and this might just be taken from me if the Alphas lost their trust in me.

'Sylvester himself was filled with rage for me, did it stop him from wanting me for his Luna. Did it stop you?' I asked reasonably. 'Anger and hatred are just two out of the billions of feelings one can have for someone. You can therefore not base your judgement of my acquiescence to be his Luna on just those two feelings!' I snapped.

'You do love him then, is that what you are saying?' he asked.

'My feelings for him has nothing to do with you!' I snapped, not sure how the tables had turned so swiftly. I was supposed to be the one asking questions and getting angry and not the other way round.

'Doesn't it?' he asked eyeing me reflectively. 'He's my brother - my twin and I would not want him to come to any harm!'

'Oh, very good!' I said, feeling so much pain at his words, which indicated to me that he would rather have his brother than me. 'He should not come to any harm but I should?' I mean because he is marrying me too and he has reasons to hate me and be bitter towards me', I said. 'How do I know, I am not walking into a trap by agreeing to be the Luna of this pack? He or you could be planning evil for me!'

'Here we go again. We must be having trust issues', he said, less suspiciously this time.

'You started this. You are the one who don't trust me well enough with your brother or even with yourself', I said and gulped in air. 'I did not sign for this. Not to be your mate or Sylvester's. Nor did I sign for your parents to be killed nor for your brother to murder mine. Why must I be made to take the blame for it all?' I asked, the pain in my heart overcoming me and I ran from his presence.

Christopher's POV

I felt bad as soon as Millicent ran off. Maybe I had not handled the matter the way I ought. I love her very much and whenever she is close, the beast in me wants to be released and I can barely keep him in. But I also love my brother. Sylvester and I may not see eye to eye sometimes, but he is s still my brother and Millicent hurt me when she acted like she hated both of us, especially Sylvester for murdering her parents and destroying her pack.

Don't get me wrong. I feel bad that such a thing happened to her parents and I wish that I could do more to ease her pain. But I hated it when I felt that she had anger in her heart and possible hatred for Sylvester and me. How can love thrive in such an environment? Or did I overreact? Did I misread the signals? Was what she felt for Sylvester a love - hate? Sylvester himself had professed to love her, he who hated her previously. Was it the case with her as well?

Why do I feel restless? Will Sylvester end up claiming Millicent? Will I lose her to him just like Cathania had predicted? What if this hate - love feeling turns into a great incomparable love? Will I be able to live without her? I just wanted to be sure she was not playing us against each other and I wonder where I get that feeling.

I sensed she was trying where ever she was and I felt like a heel for being the cause of her tears. I want her so much and I also want my brother to be safe. He is the only family - real family I have left.

Sign. Millicent is also my family. At least I want her to be but I don't know if she wants to be or if she's with us because she is nursing a plot to avenge her parents on us.

'Why will you even think that?' Zara, my wolf asked angrily. 'Do you want your suspicion to spoil this great thing we have with her? Have you felt this way with anyone before? Why not give her benefit of doubt?'

'Zara, you are thinking with your organ and not with your head', I replied him in my head. 'Do I really know Millicent? What do I really know about her?'

'And maybe you should start thinking with your heart and not your head. Overthinking it and being too cautious might just lose us our mate!' he retorted angrily. Zara had never before, spoken this angrily to me.

'I shall make sure we do not lose Millicent, but I want to be sure she doesn't just want me but also loves me!'

'The last time we almost mated, did she not confess her love to you? Go to her!'

'But I do not know where she is!'

'Are you bring serious? Can't you smell her? Sniff and her peculiar smell will lead us to her!'

I felt hurried. I needed to be with Millicent. I needed to apologise for speaking to her the way I did and for doubting her sincerity. I love my brother but I did not want to lose Millicent to him or anyone else for that matter! Sylvester will be safe and I shall have Millicent as my Luna.

'Now hurry and find her so you can tell her that!' Zara prompted. 'Stop telling it to me!'

I laughed as I started walking the path I saw Millicent run through. I started sniffing and soon it led me to a place I knew she might be. A place that she had told me previously brought her peace and which was also my favourite place.

She was sitting on the grass, with her knees raised, her head on her knees and her arms around her head, sobbing like her heart was breaking.

I did not want to alarm her by walking silently to her and touching her lightly like I had originally intended, so I dragged my feet on the ground to alert her of someone approaching.

She did not raise her head but I felt her body tense and her sobbing cease a little.

'Millicent', I called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.

She did not say anything but raised her head and looked into the water, not sparing me a glance.

'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', I said, sitting beside her on the grass and pulling the leaves of the grass from its stem. She still gave no response.

I snaked my arms round her waist, pulling her close. She did not pull away, thank goodness.I felt the pull again, it was stronger this time. What the hell! I was not a beast for goodness sake. Was what I thought of anytime I came close to her, mating?

'But if you are not a beast, what are you, a fickle human?' Zara queried.

I smiled. I had not meant it that way.

'What's so funny?' Millicent asked. I had been so lost in thought and in what I was feeling, compounded by Zara's distraction that I had not seen her turn to my direction.

'You make me feel so good!' I said, the first words that came to mind.

'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' she asked, her voice and eyes filled with pain and something else, longing? I hope.

'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', I said, tipping her face up with my free hand, to look deep into her eyes.

'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' she asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' she flicked her tongue over her lips to moisten them and my eyes followed the movement. The pull getting stronger.

'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', I said huskily.

'And how do you propose to do that?' she asked quietly, looking at me and I was sure now that it was lust I saw in her eyes.

'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', I murmured, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. I could not stop myself. Her lips opened wider to better accommodate mine and I grew more demanding. Her response was as fierce as mine was. It felt like I had been starved of her love and touch.

I don't know how it happened but her hands were behind my head, pulling me even closer and I happily obliged. She moaned loudly and a tortured growl escaped from my lips. 'I want you desperately', I murmured into her mouth. Her response was a another moan. I lost it then.

The sitting position was no longer conducive, I quickly pulled my jacked and placed it on the floor, pushed Millicent gently down on it and lay beside her, my fingers combing her hair as I continued kissing her. My other hand was busy pushing her firm butt closer to my rigid shaft. She wriggled her waste, most probably to get a more comfortable position but the effect it had on me, the effect of her body rubbing against my shaft which was already engorged with blood was devastating and with a deep groan, I turned her over so that from lying by her side, I was lying on top of her, tugging at her polo shirt, when I realised it had no buttons nor zip, I quickly pulled it off her head. She had no brassiere on and her breasts were firm. It was not the first time I was seeing those rose peaks but each time I see them, they don't cease to hypnotize me.

I fell on them, wanting to swallow them whole but it was not possible, so I settled for sucking her nipples, while stroking the other. Her moan was my undoing. She threw her legs apart, arching her hips towards me and I knew I could not stop. Not this time. To hell with a comfortable bed. My control was zero.

'Millicent, you will be the death of me', I growled. I had never been this weak all my life and strong at the same time. She was my weakness as well as my strength.

She stopped, moving under me. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' she said, sadly.

'It was only a manner of speaking', I assured her but she was not satisfied. She looked bothered, why did the words affect her this much? I was anxious to get on with the work at hand, so I caught her nipple again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, she yelped but I quickly sucked it, first one, then the other, cooling it with my wet mouth and her yelp turned to a whimper of pleasure.

'You are killing me with your love, darling', I said, my mouth trailing kissing from her lovely breasts down to her naval, I tugged at her sort, I wanted to eat her pussy.

'If you do not get off her right this instant, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in rage.

Millicent started, startled. I rolled of her, covering her with her shirt as I turned to face Sylvester.

Millicent's POV

I ran off after listening to what Christopher said, his words echoing in my heart. 'You were going to become Sylvester's Luna, had I not come. You spoke just now with so much vehemence. Were you going to marry him with hatred in your heart?'

How could he think I was so manipulative and mercenary that I'd feign to care for him when I didn't? Okay, maybe I was pretending with Sylvester but not with him. Never with him! Where was the love he professed to have for me? He had as much as said that I got close to him to avenge my parents on them both. It would not have been this painful if it had been true when it concerned Christopher. Did he know how I battled with myself not to feel anything for him but lost to the pull of our mate bond?

I ran with no clear destination in mind but my feet led me to the one place I found peace. I felt a great pain in my heart at Christopher's lack of faith in me, that the tears kept pouring down.

I sat in a fetal position on the grass, holding my head on my knees.

I smelt his presence before I heard his footsteps approaching me.I tried to stop crying. I didn't want Christopher to see me crying and know that he had hurt me deeply.

'Millicent', he called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.

I didn't say anything nor look at him. But I raised my head and keep my eyes focused on the water.

'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', he said, sitting beside me on the grass and playing with the grass. I did not respond, because I felt that if I opened my mouth, I might burst into tears again.

He circled his arm round my waist, pulling me close. I wanted to pull away but could not. I wanted him to touch me. I could not believe just how much I had missed his touch. I heard Milly moan and I thought, 'my sentiments exactly!' The pull was there and it was stronger than ever. I could not resist him.

He smiled as though he knew what I was feeling and thinking.

'What's so funny?' I asked, turning to look at him.

'You make me feel so good!' he said.

'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' I asked, still hurt at the way he had doubted the sincerity of my feelings for him.

'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', he said, lifting my face and looking into my eyes.

'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' I asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' I licked my lips because it felt suddenly dry because of my desire to feel his lips on mine. Damn, I wanted him to kiss me. I should be angry with him for what he had said but here I was lusting after him like the animal I was.

'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', he said, his voice very husky.

'And how do you propose to do that?' I asked, looking at him, hoping he would stop talking and take me into his arms. It would help me forget my pain, even if temporarily.

'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', he murmured, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. I opened my mouth wider to better accommodate his and his kiss became more demanding and I grew more horny and hungry for more.

I could not continue to hold my hands down but circled them round his neck, drawing him closer. I moaned loudly and a growl escaped his lips. 'I want you desperately', he murmured into my mouth, and I moaned again, Milly seemed to have overpowered me as my response became more crazed and demanding. I wanted more, much more...

He quickly discarded his jacket and placed it on the floor like a mat and pushed me down on it while falling beside me as we continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair and the other hand pushing my bottom up to his cock and I felt his need pressing into me, nodding. I tried to get more comfortable wanting the whole of him, and heard him groan loudly. He turned me over so swiftly, lying astride me, that I nearly did not notice it, I was too busy feeling. He pulled off my shirt after fumbling with it for a while. He hesitated and then fell on me, capturing my nipple in his mouth while his hand continued their stroking on the other. The feeling was so exquisite that a moan escaped my lips and I parted my legs because the ache in my inner thigh became unbearable. I arched my hip closer to his in a bid to ease the ache somewhat and felt his hard length give an aggressive nod.

'Millicent, you will be the death of me', he growled.

I tensed, feeling a sense of doom. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' I admonished, sadly.

'It was only a manner of speaking', he assured me but I was still not satisfied. I still felt strangely anxious as though I was about to lose Christopher but he took my nipple into his mouth again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, I yelped but he quickly sucked on it cooling it with his warm, wet mouth and I whimpered in pleasure as an overwhelming pleasure coaxed through me. I felt feverish.

'You are killing me with your love, darling', he said, his kisses going lower down. He started fumbling with my jean short and I was panting in anticipation, feeling hot fluid slipping into my thighs. I lifted my trembling hands to assist him quickly get the troublesome short off, but froze.

'If you do not get off her right now, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in fury.

I was shocked because I knew who the voice belonged to even before I turned round to face Alpha Sylvester.

Christopher covered me with my shirt and rolled off me to face Sylvester as well, his body shielding me.

Sylvester ignored me and started arguing with his brother. Both of them claiming they had a right over me since I was their mate and that the other was transgressing on their territory.

I had had enough of all this. They were talking about me as though I was not there. I got up, with my back to them, I pulled my shirt over my head and made myself decent. This was turning into a ritual since it seemed Sylvester was making a habit of interrupting Christopher and me, it had become frustrating.

When I was sure I was decently covered, I went and stood between them. 'I am mated to the both of you and I can choose to be with either of you or the both of you. Your childish bickering about it will not help at all! In fact, I'll tell you sincerely, it pisses me off!' I said, walking away, hoping my words would make them stop their bickering.